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[in_extremis]

WHO: Anyone in the area!
WHERE: From the Forge to the Hangar, so clear across the whole right side of the map if you're nasty
WHAT: A race, an abrupt end, and the inevitable consequences
WHEN: Once the glitter has settled, mid-Feb
WARNINGS: Some people will probably get hurt, but I have no metric for how gory they're going to be about it. I'll let you know if it happens.
NOTES: I'll put some toplevels just to organize the sequence of events, but if they're in a weird order to you or you want a different one to do your thing and need me to reorganize, let me know. If you just want to put another one, feel free.
For any further plotting discussion of anything going on here, hit up the plotting post.


While the air was no longer swirling with it, the effect of the glitter gathered like a blanket on the ground was like that of freshly packed snow after a storm. It left Tony squinting in the glare of it with the sun revealed clearly in a cloudless sky, only to bounce viciously off of every coated surface. Even through his sunglasses and hand raised to shade his eyes as he peered down the corridor from the grassy edge of the forge toward where he knew the hangar was, Tony could only consider the path for so long before squeezing his eyes shut against the competing oases that the light threw up. It was going to feel a bit like skiing, he thought.

Returning to the site where his pit crew had been gathering throughout the development of the vehicle, he reported, "It's worth a try." The path up to the hangar was almost entirely a wide, straight road, the longest clear area they had to test the power of the speeder. As Tony mounted it experimentally to kick the power on, it flung a new rain of glitter in all directions, leaving anyone gathered doused once more and Tony snickering from the hovering vehicle. "I don't think there's going to be any problems."

It was a heavy, growling thing under the sleek body that Tony had found time to detail with pink and red glittering stars, inspired by the strange storm. Unlike the Iron Man's whispering repulsor power, the speeder purred even at rest, gnawing through the experimental fuel and whining faintly at the effort of holding itself up and in place, like it was straining against a bit. It felt more like a motorcycle that Tony would be familiar with, likely, than the speeder that Poe was expecting, or the sparrow that Cayde had tried to explain, and without having to rely on the repulsors, it could manage far more weight for longer periods than this model of Iron Man. A heavy Exo could easily take a passenger, or a haul of dinnerware, to start cutting down on the travel time around here.

Or Tommy could be given yet another thing to gloat about.

Comments

[happybeeps]

"Nnn- ahh-" Poe hisses and flinches away with a pout.

"Hey- outside of some much needed fun- they could have been useful," Poe argues, rubbing at his thigh.

[plate_builder]

"And he could have tested it in a path that doesn't put the ships at risk," Reeve countered, because yes, he will have this fight with anyone who will argue with him.

"I've been working for a while to get them repaired after the crash. Nor am I the only one. And in addition to putting people's bodies at risk, he risked things we can't easily repair. There are other places one could have taken it. Like the beach."

So there.

[happybeeps]

"To be fair, I don't think they were trying to race in the hangar." Poe had heard them a ways off, though he couldn't place the source at first. But point taken.

[plate_builder]

Reeve rolled his eyes. No, he wouldn't be surprised if the finish line had been in the hangar. This was Tony Stark, a man who could be highly inconsiderate.

"There," he said instead, anchoring the bandage around Poe's ankle. "That should help."

[happybeeps]

Flexing his foot, the bandage stayed in place, and Poe fixed Reeve with a grateful look. "You should be doing double time in the hospital," he complimented, "So when do I get my little bell to summon you?"

[plate_builder]

"I wanted to take the medical point," Reeve answered. That had been his intention, especially when one of his friends here had been ill. But... Well, he'd been convinced to do something else entirely, even though he hadn't wanted it.

He rose and offered a smile.

"Are you suggesting that you don't know how to work the communication device? A man with experience with technology such as you have? What a shame."

[happybeeps]

"Still could," Poe offered with a shrug.

He laughed, and tsked. "Well that's not nearly as fun. Are you really just going to leave? All business? No pillow talk?"

[plate_builder]

No, at this point engineering is what Reeve does. Which he would have pointed out had Poe not said that.

"There aren't any heads on pillows," he pointed out.

[happybeeps]

Poe glanced back at his pillow in consideration, before pointedly laying back down fully, getting comfortable.

[plate_builder]

See that? That was the sort of thing that was enough to set Reeve chuckling, a low rich thing that overtook him and definitely melted away some of the stress before he moved to lean back against a wall.

"You're one of those people, then."

[happybeeps]

"Those people?" he echoed, smirking and arching a brow. He liked the sound of that laugh, smiling easily and rolling carefully onto his side so he can keep a better eye on Reeve.

[plate_builder]

"Full of charm and sass," Reeve answered, shaking his head. "The sort of man that women say 'my mother warned me about men like you' about."

Reeve's mother hadn't known to warn him about men like Poe, or Tony, or more an a few others.

[happybeeps]

Ah. Poe grins and bites at his lip again with a laugh. "Pretty famously," he agrees, "Should I tone it down?"

[plate_builder]

"I don't know, how likely is someone to be potentially violently jealous of you not toning it down?"

What a strange question. And probably not helpful.

[happybeeps]

Very strange. Poe arched a brow.

"I'm not currently involved with anyone here, if that's what you're asking. No one to be jealous."

[plate_builder]

That was what he meant, and Reeve shouldn't have mentioned anything.

"Which means there's no one to fetch you food or drink. I should do that."

Because otherwise he'll keep being stupid and awkward.

[happybeeps]

If this is him stupid and awkward Poe's a little afraid to see him suave and confident.

"BB tries, but he can't quite reach, can you Buddy?" Poe teases.

[plate_builder]

Oh, he can do so much more when he wishes to be. Mini, for what it was worth, reached out to pat BB like he got it. Which he did.

"Then please, allow me to assist. Consider it the first round of dealing with the bell?"

[happybeeps]

Poe laughs, and he nodded, waving a hand to release Reeve.

"All right. But I expect an actual bell by the end of this."

[plate_builder]

"The noise won't carry far," Reeve answered. "And I tend to wander quite a distance."

And he doesn't know if he will be able to find a bell. He'd have to ask Tony for one, and he's not exactly fond of his friend at this moment.

"I'll be back in a moment with food for you. Then, if BB-8 is willing, I can take him back to my office to work on repairs."

[happybeeps]

"It's not about the practically."

He nods then, and BB-8 mirrored the action. "Just make sure there's no debris left inside of him."

[plate_builder]

"I'm very delicate with those I take care of," Reeve assures them. He smiles and nods.

"Food first. Then something to look like a bell since you can't use the communicator like a good man. And I'll take care of him."

ANd after that, he'll send the droid back. BB-8 is more than good enough to handle the trip back on his own.